Well, here I am back in the Rio Grande Valley, the newest metroplex in Texas. Retired, and trying to avoid becoming a “potted plant”, I am doing what I never had time to do when I was working. What, travel? Oh, no. I have done about all the traveling I want to do. Now I want to find out if I can write anything that others want to read. I want to compose new songs and find out if people’s musical taste is really changing, as I have been told. I want to enjoy every new blossom in my porch garden, and watch the wild sparrows competing for a space at the bird feeder and, finding them all taken, picking up the fallen seeds on the ground.
I have old friends here, and some new ones. And I have my church to serve in and to nourish my spirit. And while my health is not as good as I imagined it would be at this stage of my life, it is still better than that of many others, so for a good constitution and a clear mind, I am grateful.
I know there must be more folks like me out there. If something that I say turns on a light for you, I welcome comments.